Writer. Storyteller. (Link Below) Mental Health Advocate. Making sense of the world one sentence at a time. Words @lareviewofbooks @manifest_st @The_Rumpus
Chicago, IL
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New essay on family, tethers & letting go. Big gratitude to @ginafrangello & @emilyrappblack for leading The Body of Lit class 🔥💓 where it was born, Gina for showing it some ❤️@lareviewofbooks for giving it an amazing home & such a special pub date. lareviewofbooks.org/article/…
The Last Drink I Had, by @PaulCrenstorm open.substack.com/pub/paulcr…
“I think at some point in your life you need to burn who you once were.”
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I have no problem with everything leading back to my mental health. I’m passionate about it. It took me most of my life to talk about it. And I feel like we don’t have enough voices sharing experience of navigating the world with mental illness. But we are also more than that.
Day 3 of my challenge. Ever have one of those sucker punch mental health days?” This one was tough. I filmed it four times and then reminded myself that the whole point of this was to be honest and imperfect. I deleted all, but the first take and kept myself honest.
Having OCD, I struggle w/ social media, feeling posts need to be “just right” So I’m doing some videos as an exposure, proving to myself that w/o preplanning I can post them & it won’t be the end of the world. I also want represent honesty & imperfection on social media.
11 months after we said goodbye, as the leaves begin to turn calico, I find myself crying more easily, missing Mina. Im grateful for the little weirdo in the last picture coming to chase away my sadness. But I will never not miss my girl.
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Believing that people who work full-time should be able to afford housing and food with their paycheck is not radical.
Every job should pay a living wage.
100% I come from writers. None of them published. Being published doesn’t make me any more of a writer than them any more than it makes my stories more important than theirs.
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"If there's one way to save someone, it's by letting them know you love them."
—Sinéad O'Connor
When I was in high school, I discovered Sinead. I was a weird kid in a small cornfield town who refused to tone down my calico hair or ripped fishnets to fit in. This was long before being a misfit was a movement. It was scary and lonely. And Sinead’s music, her unapologetic…
that warrior girl in her songs, dancing around my apartment shout- singing Emperors New Clothes. (Sorry neighbors;) Today after I heard, I went for a walk. The air was wet and heavy, the whisper of August on its way. And I thought of how many times I borrowed her bravery through
Today I am celebrating. It has been really hard for me to do this editing stage of the memoir. I feel like my writer friends are so organized with brains that behave in logical ways. (Of course, my brain’s favorite game is “Why can’t You Be More Like Them.”) They all seem to have
overwhelmed, paralyzed and defeated I was ready to lay down in the swamp of my manuscript, to drown in the mess of my own words. But I didn’t. I inched my way through. And no matter what my Obsessive compulsive brain wants to tell me, that’s not nothing. So, if you will